Amputated.
Good bye, right arm! No more thou 'lt start
Eager to greet my friend;
But this poor one that's near my heart
No colder clasp will lend;
And should my country ever need
A guard so maimed as I,
It would be just as proud to bleed—
Good bye, right arm—good bye!
Eager to greet my friend;
But this poor one that's near my heart
No colder clasp will lend;
And should my country ever need
A guard so maimed as I,
It would be just as proud to bleed—
Good bye, right arm—good bye!
Good bye, right arm! I should not grieve,
For thou hast done thy part;
Yet I can scarcely bear to leave
Thee, senseless as thou art:
My poor, scarred hand! I hold thee near
To lips that trembling sigh,
And gem thee once more with a tear—
Good bye, right arm—good bye!
For thou hast done thy part;
Yet I can scarcely bear to leave
Thee, senseless as thou art:
My poor, scarred hand! I hold thee near
To lips that trembling sigh,
And gem thee once more with a tear—
Good bye, right arm—good bye!
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